Monday, October 29, 2007

What could have been

In July 1967 I was pulled from the sea
in Wales
I was drowning along with a girl about
the same age as me
we were lucky

sadly another girl on the same beach wasn't

I have some memories of the incident
sparked by various things
today's memory is triggered by the two words
in my Father's diary for that day

Monday 31 July 1967
Richard's escape

Friday, October 26, 2007

Just bring me the food

When I was little I got told off
for drawing on the wallpaper
apparently my house in the sunshine
with red flowers and green grass
was not appreciated by my parents

how times have changed

it seems that drawing on table cloths is
becoming very fashionable in certain types
of eating establishments
the server starts it all off
"I'm Sarah and if you need anything just ask for me"
she says writing Sarah on the paper cloth just in case
you were too busy looking what the folks on the next table
were doing with crayons to listen to Sarah

Then Sarah brings a glass of crayons, takes your order
and leaves you to play while they defrost something in the microwave
and cook it
in the microwave
and just as you're about to add a beard to your partner's Mother Teresa
Sarah arrives with your chicken in red style sauce with other stuff

and then your masterpiece if forgotten about until
you dribble gravy all over Picasso's balls
and then at the end of the meal it's all screwed up and dumped in some
landfill for a couple of billion years

It's only a matter of time before someone
brings out a book analysing tablecloth drawings
the cubist tendencies shows a liking for lobster
while the forest represents the diner's feminine side
and the fish means that you're about to be poisoned

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Thursday, October 25, 2007

What on earth has happened to my Chester?

It's been a while since I had a wonder around
Chester
hey I was born there
but what have they done to it?
It looks tatty and in need of a good wash and brush up
the old sandstone buildings look tired and worn
the buskers look tired and worn (bring back Deponio and his scabby dog)
the number 9 bus goes a different way
a pound for a single - I remember paying 12p on the Corporation Bus
and they ran every half hour
now they run every ten minutes and by two different companies
the Odeon is shut
buildings have gone - the Infirmary (where I played my very first record on the radio), that health building that was opposite it, the toilets opposite the old baths that used to have a notice signed by a Mr Kermode,
shops have gone too - Norman's (best fudge in the world), Ames (records and cassettes), Arts and Craft Studio (art and craft stuff and a great selection of toys), Tandy (CB radios and lots of bits of wire with stuff on the ends), Culpeppers (pine bath milk - from real pine baths), the other pub that used to be next to the one on the Cross (where I had my first legal pint), Dereks' hairdressers (the rumours were not true)
sheesh
even the archaeological dig at the Amphitheatre looks like Tony Robinson's dirty sock drawer
and why did they have to rename the Ermine pub as
Flookersbrook? - when I was giving someone directions today
to Hoole Bridge I thought they were going to hit me

some things don't change though
that guy selling hot dogs by the Forum has been there that long
I think he actually started out selling dormice* to the Romans
dipped in honey

and that's not the end of it
they have big plans for redevelopment in the Northgate area
there's an exhibition showing what to expect
it's a huge picture of Chester with some guys in yellow jackets
ripping out its heart
is it any wonder that on the walk into town two cars stopped me and asked
for directions to Cheshire Oaks

but at least it still smells of autumn
even in the middle of summer it always seemed to smell of autumn

*Baked dormice:
Stuff the dormice with minced pork or the meat of other dormice chopped up with herbs, pepper and pine nuts. Sew up the dormice and cook in a small oven.
Nigella suggests a lose fitting toga and lots of sugestive looks when handling the pine nuts.

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Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Is it only in the Gents?

Can anyone tell me how you are supposed
to use those taps in public toilets that only
work while you are pushing them?
No plug is supplied - soap if you're lucky -
but basically you are expected to somehow
wash your hands without ever actually touching the water

some work on a timer basis so that when you press the tap
you are given a few moments to get your hands under there
and subject them to the coldest water on the planet
it's taken me several years to work out a proper method to use those
but the no-timer version has me beat
I either end up with dirty hands, soapy tap or an embarrassing
splash on my trousers having tried to divert the water into the air
hoping to catch it on the way down when the tap has been released

and then there's the hot air driers
they are either not working or not required as your hands are not wet
and don't even get me started on those machines that
dispense those chewable toothbrushes

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Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Quote of the Day

Of the iPhone
"It's not like a phone. It's more like a boyfriend."
JR

Monday, October 22, 2007

Home again, home again

I'm back after an Internet free week in
Madrid
actually that's not entirely true as I managed to
connect for free via my phone in the
Plaza Mayor

I kept a detailed journal of the trip
highlights of which will appear
on Notes and Qwertys soon (ish)
and dozens of pictures will be on
Flickr

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Friday, October 12, 2007

Here is the news

There's not much to do at
Piccadilly Station in Manchester
once all the shops have closed for the night
so you find yourself hypnotised by the TV screen
spewing out what Sky considers to be news

14-YEAR OLD GIRL IN GUN RAMPAGE
KEIFER SUTHERLAND TO BE BANGED UP
TENNIS COACH WORE TEEN'S KNICKERS

if I hadn't written them down
I would have forgotten them by the time
I got to the departure end of
platform four

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Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Tips for reading in public places #1 - Coffee shops

If you are thinking about settling down in, let's say
Starbucks in the Manchester Arndale
with a good book, let's say
The Raw Shark Texts
and a mug of something hot, oh let's say
chocolate with a huge dollop of cream on the top
then take my advice, skip the cream
unless you want to look a total clown
who's settled down in the quietest corner of the cafe
to read with a blob of cream on your nose
miles from the napkin table or any implement that can
help you remove some of the cream from the chocolate
this happened to a guy yesterday, let's say
it was me

and if the young mother who was sat a couple of tables
away from me is reading this
please note
I find laughter very distracting
while I'm trying to read
and pointing is rude

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Monday, October 08, 2007

Reading aloud

I've been asked to read one of my
short stories at the
The First Transmission & Salt Literary Oktoberfest!
I'll be reading Creeque Alley
which is in the latest edition of Transmission
available at Cornerhouse or through
the Transmission website

or have I plugged that already?

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Saturday, October 06, 2007

Chatsworth chat


Chatsworth House
Originally uploaded by richardf

"Martin would like
all the gardeners to wear an
apron tomorrow" - Crew member,
The Duchess

There's plenty going on at Chatsworth House
what with the current filming of The Duchess
and the Beyond Limits exhibition in the gardens
with work from Damien Hurst, Marc Quinn and
Dame Barbara Hepworth to name three

I spent that much time taking photographs
I hardly saw the place

sausages in the Carriage House Resturant
were delicious and I was too busy eating them
to take a picture

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Pulp Fiction

The latest edition of Transmission Magazine
is in the shops and yes
it features another of my short stories
the theme for this issue is Pulp Fiction
and my story
Creeque Alley
can be found on page 36
with an excellent illustration by
Caroline Tomlinson

You can buy online or
pop into Cornerhouse
in Manchester

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Friday, October 05, 2007

The things people say

I mean
is it really "blasphemous"
to say you don't like
fudge?

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Thursday, October 04, 2007

Olives and Pringles...

And a glass of fizz for the launch
of the Manchester Literature Festival
and an evening with author
Rose Tremain

"Contemporary novels are hard to write -
as soon as you finish them
something else takes over"

"Forty three is young in my terms"

"I get more from images than text"

Rose read from her new book to a packed audience
at the Whitworth Art Gallery
where her character sounded a lot more comfortable
using the F word than the author did

"Dreams have rusty doors and they sometimes fall off"

I avoided the fizz and the olives and the Pringles
but I did buy one of Rose's books
The Darkness of Wallis Simpson

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Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Mark my words...

If the number of trampolines I see in
back gardens from train windows
is anything to go by
we're heading for Olympic glory

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Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Small mercies in Middlesbrough

I arrived at BBC Tees seconds after
Journey South finished a live session in reception
had I have know in advance that they were playing
I would of got a later train and eliminated all risk of
accidentally having to endure the ex X Factorees

I had half an hour to kill so I popped into MIMA
Middlesbrough Institute of Modern Art
where there is an exhibition by Edmund de Waal

The Guardian says 'It enlarges our idea of what a pot can be'
but it doesn't matter how many pots you have
and how high you stack them on a sheet of laser cut metal
pots is pots

I think some of the exhibits were missing today
so two pieces of good fortune for me today
if you count the Journey South near miss

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